It starts low and is barely noticeable.
Warmth builds
Thighs move back and forth.
Unintentional building arousal
Feeling dewy
Uncomfortable with the clothes I have on
The seam rubs across the key
That opens the door to allowing access
Someone’s here, in the other room
I have to be as quiet as I can.
Slowly I move my hand.
I lightly touch it on the outside.
Torturing myself before I glide in.
Should I circle it or tap it to begin?
Circle with pressure.
I want in.
I squeeze my lips.
Not to let out a moan
Pushing two fingers into its home
So drenched but still, I ache
Wanting more. I know I could take.
I pulled it out.
My trusted friend
To help me bring
This to an end
I press the button.
On the top
Not playing a game
About to pop
Bursting at the seam
Coating it with cream
Higher I went.
Until I was spent.
I came down slowly.
With controlled breaths
leaving the evidence
I’m so wet.
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